Page 111 of Collision

Chapter twenty-seven

Mikaela

“What are you doing?” I glance up from the laptop, my fingers stilling as Ben’s trace lazy circles up my thigh, his chin resting on my knees while he stares up at me. He’s been like this for hours; restless and challenging. Ever since he told me he loves me. Or at least he thinks he loves me. A terrifying concept if there ever was one.Almost as terrifying as the reality of standing there unable to say it back.

“It’s okay,”he had assured me.“You don’t have to say anything. But I needed to tell you.”

I had tried to say it - I had wanted to - and yet it stuck in my throat like a ball of fire that couldn’t escape.

Now his eyes are dark and hooded and, as he smirks, my core clenches and heat pools.

“I’m working here, Haston.”

“Mhmm.” He moves slowly, positioning himself between my legs on the couch and pulling at my hips so I lay beneath him and I giggle as he presses soft kisses against my stomach. His lips move down as his fingers continue their torturous dance towards his goal. “Carry on, Mik. I’m just doing some work of my own.”

His fingers swipe lazily over my panties, pulling a moan from my lips, and Ben grins.

“I can work later,” I gasp as he pulls the thin barrier of fabric to the side, moving his fingers over me with tantalisingly slow precision. I feel his laughter brush over the flesh of my thighs before he presses a gentle kiss against one and then the other.

“Nope.” He pops the p. “Read it to me.”

“What?” I groan again as he slips his index finger down, toying with my arousal and driving me crazy.

“I said -” Another kiss, so close and yet still not where I need him. The swipe of his tongue tells me he is in no rush. ”- read your story to me, Mikaela.”

The touch of his tongue, flicking that tiny button he knows how to press all too well, partnered with the sinking of his fingers inside me has me panting already, my hips bucking up to meet his lips and my heart racing.

“I - I can’t.” My voice sounds breathy, whiney, and when he pulls his mouth away from me I whimper.

“Read, or I stop.” He shrugs as he stares at me. His eyes are blue flames that warm me to my very core, hypnotising me as I gaze at him. I will do anything this man asks of me in this moment.In any moment.

My heart hammers with the intensity of my realisation and I nod quickly.

“There was a chill that clung to the air that night,” I begin, struggling to maintain my focus as he pushes another finger inside me and curls them slowly. His tongue laps and my mind spins away from me. I moan. He grins.

“Keep reading, baby.”

“The streets were quiet but not empty. Young girls, barely twenty years of age, walked arm in arm in beautiful skirts and sling back heels, eyeing the soldiers who drank together before their deployment. The men paid them little to no mind for the most part.”

He releases a throaty groan that vibrates through me, sending trembles up my spine with a searing heat, and I clench around him.

“Good girl. Keep going.” He pauses to blow gently on my sensitivity, making my back arch slightly, and I grip my laptop harder.

“Ben, please.” I whimper as he resumes his relentless torture. “I want you.”

I feel him smile against my skin as he slowly pulls his fingers out of me, curling once more and relishing in the way I push my laptop closed and claw at him.

“And I want to hear your book,” he teases. “I love hearing your mind at work.”

I shake my head as I grip his t-shirt and pull him up to me. With his lips hovering over mine, and my leg now hooked around him, I press myself up to his body and grin for what greets me.

“Do you really?” I pull him closer, kissing the corner of his lips before whispering in his ear. “Because your little friend seems to want what I want and you can’t have both.”

Ben groans as I lift my hips slowly, grinding against him, moaning with the delicious feeling of friction against me, before he pushes me down again.

“First of all.” He takes my hand, pressing it against the erection bulging through his sweats, and stares at me with a dangerous smile. Ben in sweats is better than Ben in a suit or Ben in jeans. Ben in sweats is entirely mine. “Does that feel little to you, Mikaela?” He shakes his head with a chuckle when I shrug and grin. “And secondly.” He kisses me hungrily and pulls my laptop away from it’s resting place on my stomach. “I guess I can just get you to read it to me after.”

“That’s what I thought.” I pull his t-shirt up before pushing him back.

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